I didn’t feel feminism was necessary when I was younger. I did well at school, got onto the course I wanted and got a job at the end without too much difficulty.
My first job was awful, as was my third, but I didn’t really think it was necessarily due to being female. I had grown up in a family where there was never any direct suggestion of ongoing inequality (though dad worked full time, mum part time sometimes). Mum wanted us to have the education she hadn’t been allowed, as a working class girl. My sister and I did very well and ended up at top universities/high level courses. Anything seemed possible at that stage, yet I found workplaces hard to negotiate. Again, due to my upbringing, it didn’t really cross my mind that my difficulties might be related to the fact that the career I had chosen hadn’t really been set up with women in mind. At the same time, I prided myself on being “as good as a man”, ignoring the fact that that in itself was internalised misogyny. I found it difficult to negotiate for better conditions, but again, I assumed that was because I wasn’t good at it and not that it was directly related to my sex.
When I had children, it really started to go downhill. Though exDH and I shared one and a half jobs for a while, he wasn’t really happy. We went through various stages, when I supported him, but as he rarely did any work within the home, we ended up in the pattern both of us had grown up in: he worked and I looked after the children.
Eventually I left him and am faced with the same dilemma I think a number of women find themselves in. He has way more than me, and my pension is looking very dodgy. Ironically that’s exacerbated by living in a country where there appears to be more equality. Women here are expected to work and pay into their own pension, so though I couldn’t find a job for years when we came, I’m not entitled to half of his pension or savings now we’ve split.
It’s only with the benefit of hindsight that I can see how many of the things that have frustrated me throughout life have been related to being female. Those negotiations that I found so difficult, the frustration I felt that sometimes it seemed I was paid less than my male counterparts might well have been related to the sexism of those in charge. A recent survey of my profession showed that a woman would routinely be offered £1,000 to £3,000 less than a similarly qualified male when applying for positions, and that the female candidates were regarded as being much less likely to achieve promotion or partnership.
So here I am, in my fifties, and though I’m relatively well off, I can see that life has cheated me in some ways that are directly or indirectly related to my sex. And now, worse still, I feel like misogyny seems to be rising and that women are perhaps being treated worse than they were when I was young. I noticed a profound change in the genderisation of clothes and toys, even within the time period when my children were growing up.
So now finally, in my fifties, I have started taking some actions to defend women’s rights. I have written to various politicians, having never done so before. If it wasn’t for coronavirus, I think I’d have taken more part in some of the feminist actions and groups that are springing up in the UK.
And I’m hoping, when my children finally leave home (the youngest is going into his second last year at school) I will have a lot more time and opportunity to act.
Feminism definitely had a bad name when I was younger and I swallowed the negative rhetoric. Now I’m older, I see that we never did reach the equality that I assumed we would reach in my lifetime. I only hope that we can stop things from regressing further.